Because I could run with the daisies.

Because I could run with the daisies.
Because the sky was a pancake.
Because I lived in different times.
When pants were effervescent.
Because of this I was lost for a moment.
Because if this I ate fish.
Because there were places unnecessary.
Where life tasted of molded jellies.
Because memories were lost.
Because saints held onto all souls.
Because this was real.
Right now.